This is a Cold War

[Action - Thursday, September 1st, 458 Stone Street, Morning]

[Dakki is up early, as usual, checking the mail after fixing the household's drone children toast for breakfast. Again. Toast is easy, and they haven't started complaining yet... although that could change soon. But the package on the doorstep jostles her out of breakfast-related reverie.]

Oh? ...oh! OH!

[She had heard about this, about people getting back things that belong to them after something awful had happened. Her first week here had been awful to the extreme. It only made sense that this was sitting on the doorstep, then. But who was it for? She picked it up, turned it over once, and then spotted her name written on it in small letters.]

...nothing for Gat? That doesn't quite seem fair...

[Well, it is what it is. And it's still exciting! She takes the package inside, and sits down on the living room couch to open it up. Brown paper is crumpled up and tossed to the floor, and the lid is lifted off the wider-than-tall box. Inside is her Nano Transformer, the back-mounted folded-space storage device she had come to rely on over the years working for the GUARDIANS.]

Yes! Yes, this is great! Yes!

[She wastes little time getting it mounted on her back, although a few adjustments are needed to make it work with her Mayfield-issued dress and to have the mental uplink interface with her Mayfield-issued brain. She powers it up... and her face falls.]

There's nothing in it!

[Phone, Open]

Ah. Yes, alright. I think this is connected... hello. My name is Dakki Sigal, and I'm looking to trade training for training. It seems obvious enough to me that this town has taken the majority of us out of our element. I'm certainly out of mine.

[There's an awkward pause.]

I need someone to teach me how to cook. I've taken books from the library, but they haven't helped much. They assume a familiarity with the basics of the topic that I don't have. I need to get up to speed, and quickly, if I'm going to keep these poor kids in my household properly fed.

In exchange, I can provide combat training. I have experience with a variety of melee weapons, with unarmed combat, and with some ranged weaponry. I suspect that there are people who would be just as lost with a saber as I am with an oven. I think we could benefit each other.